User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-4094509-20111123191210/@comment-25220117-20111123202547

''The corsair weasel caught something in the corner of his eye-He spun around, clutching the jar in a paw as he thumps over to the rail, squinting out at the figure. He drew his dagger in his free paw, letting the sun light glint off it. If it was a creature promising interest, he would be too ready to get him on board. Anything than boredom-Especially gold''